Caroline's pov
His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl. Before I could move, his fingers clamped around my upper arm like a vice, squeezing so hard I gasped at the fresh burst of pain.
“She belongs to me,” he growled at the bodyguards, his voice loud and venomous, spittle flying. “All of you, f**k off! This is between me and my wife. You have no right to interfere in our marriage.”
I winced as his grip tightened, his nails digging into the same bruised spot from earlier. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his chest heaved with each angry breath.
The bodyguards stiffened, hands twitching like they wanted to step in, but they held back, watching me like a hawk.
“It’s okay,” I said
